“I just speak the commands?” Spike asked. At Willow’s nod, he ordered, “Aim for the Slayer’s training ground on the other side of the hill.”
It was eerie, watching the hundreds of phalluses, each carved out of snow, as they shifted in place.
“Fire,” Spike shouted. Snowballs started lobbing out of the snowy cocks, flying over the hill. From the sound of it, they’d hit their targets.
The first Slayers roared over the hill. Willow’s stomach sank as she looked between Spike and the Slayers. “You did tell them this is just a snowball fight, right?”
“And spoil the surprise?”